Sketches From My Life eBook

Augustus Charles Hobart-Hampden
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 216 pages of information about Sketches From My Life.

Sketches From My Life eBook

Augustus Charles Hobart-Hampden
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 216 pages of information about Sketches From My Life.

A few minutes afterwards we were desired to lie down.  Feeling helpless as babes, we passively obeyed, and watched our guide as he moved about like a spectre in the long grass on the banks of the Potomac, looking for his canoe.  At last he returned and whispered that the boat was all right, and we all crept like serpents to where it was concealed.  Nothing could be heard but the wind blowing through the trees, and the discordant noises of frogs and other denizens of the swamp.  So dark was the night that we could hardly see fifty yards across the river.  I suppose this was all in our favour; but how our guide knew the marks by which to steer was a puzzle to me, and as I never meant to profit by this experience I asked no questions.

Not a word was spoken as we (myself and my friend) launched the canoe silently into the water and seated ourselves, or rather obeyed orders and lay down, the pilot sitting in the stern, with his face towards the bows of the boat, having a light paddle in his hand, which he worked wonderfully well and silently.  The distance across the river was about three miles.

We shot ahead at a rapid pace for about five minutes, when suddenly, bump went the canoe against something.  To lie flat down was to our guide the work of a second, and the canoe was at once transformed into a floating log.

Well it was so, for it seems we had struck a small boat that was fastened astern of the gun-boat guarding the river.  That the noise of the collision had been heard on board was evident, for a sentry hailed, ‘Boat ahoy!’ and fired his musket, and one of those detestable bright lights which the American men-of-war have a nasty habit of showing flashed over the water, making everything visible for a hundred yards round.  The current of the river, however, was very strong, and I fancy we had drifted out of the radius covered by the light, as we were fortunately not discovered; or perhaps the diligent watchman on board the man-of-war thought some huge crocodile or other monster had come in contact with their boat.  Be that as it may, we were safe, and twenty minutes more paddling brought us to land on the opposite bank of the river; but unfortunately our little adventure had thrown us out of our line, or as we sailors should have called it, out of our course.  We hauled the canoe out of the water, and hid her in the long grass.  All we could see around us was a dismal swamp, with the dark wood in the background.  Our guide honestly told us that having been thrown out of his ‘reckoning’ in regard to our position, to move from where we were before daybreak would be madness, so we took a pull at the brandy bottle, lighted our pipes and waited patiently, having moved well in under cover of the long grass, so as to be out of sight of any vessel lying in the river near to us.

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